From Alex's perspective

To begin with, Alex didn't recognize the house. That is, of course, the address was the same. But instead of the usual cottage, an estate was waiting for him. Alex's heart began to beat alarmingly.

Nevertheless, being a brave guy, and realizing that some kind of devilry was happening, he stepped to the door and rang the bell.

I didn’t have to wait long: the door swung open revealing a girl on the threshold... No, a woman in her thirties. A gorgeous woman in her thirties, with delightful, although definitely fake, curves, dressed in a short, non-hiding, almost transparent thin silk robe the color of a burgundy rose.

And this woman grabbed Alex and passionately pressed him to her huge silicone breasts!

To say that Alex was confused is to say nothing! This allowed the beauty to drag him into the hall with one decisive movement.

Already there, he disentangled himself from her embrace and, stunned, staring at the adult woman looking at him with absolutely loving eyes, muttered: WHO ARE YOU?!

• Alex? Darling, what's wrong with you! It's me, Kitty! Didn't you hit your head? - There was frank concern in the lady’s voice.

• Kitty?! But... We are... the same age?!

• So, young man, admit it! Have you smoked weed? What's wrong with you, Alex?! Do you have amnesia?!

“But... but... We’re... In the same school...” Alex mumbled, falling deeper into a state of shock.

• Well, yes. In the school where I, suddenly, am the school principal!

• I don’t understand anything... Of course... - Alex groaned, sliding down the wall to the floor and holding his head - Kitty, can I ask you to give me water... Or even something stronger!

Kitty didn't have to ask twice. With alarm on her face, she rushed into the hall, to the bar.

Alex tried to systematize his memories. According to childhood habit - out loud.

• We quarreled. I went to the shopping center, take a walk and get my mood in order... Then she called... I didn’t want to pick up the phone. Then I took her... Then... Then I, it seems, wished her to be more mature? No! This is some nonsense... I didn’t say, “I want you to become a hot slutty MILF?!

The space around seemed to float, reconfiguring reality. It lasted a split second, but this time Alex noticed it and jumped to his feet... Finding himself in a completely different house.

If the previous one was a luxurious mansion, now everything has returned to a typical cottage for this area. The hallway was filled with things: a mountain bike, clothes on hangers...

Something began to dawn on Alex... but he was distracted from his thoughts by the slam of a door behind him.

• You again! If it weren't for your mother, I would have beaten you to a steak! But I considered you a friend! Who are you now? Motherfucker?!

What was said sounded with such anger and pain that Alex shuddered and turned to the speaker. To his surprise it was... A COMPLETE STRANGER TO HIM! More precisely, a guy his age.

Apparently, Alex’s gaze was so stunned that it even penetrated the crust of hatred of his counterpart.

• Did you hit your head or get sick? Why are you looking at me like you're seeing me for the first time, bastard?

• Would it surprise you if I told you that this is LITERALLY my first time seeing you?!

• WHAT?! - the stranger waved, Alex instinctively covered himself with his hand...

• Come on! Both stopped! Now! Volume! How many times must I tell you that Alex is my man! You can't stand in the way of my happiness! Or you'll fly out of this house!

• It's not a big deal! I'll go to my father in New York. Anything is better than living with a whore mother! And you, scum, are not happy! She had a thousand men before you, and there will be more after you. Unless, before you, she wasn’t attracted to children! - Tom hissed angrily, and turned around and walked out, slamming the door.

Alex carefully, understanding approximately what he would see, turned to the woman who appeared “on stage”.

His expectations were more than met!

Now, Kitty, whom he, in normal reality, knew as his peer Kate, was not a chic, rich aristocrat of about thirty.

The new Kitty was ten years older than the previous one, and clearly took a little less care of herself, presumably due to the difference in income. In this reality, it seems she was a working mother. Tom's mother, obviously.

The breasts were not a work of art of talented doctors, but this did not prevent them from being simply huge, although somewhat saggy due to age and, obviously, enormous weight. The breasts almost fell out of the white cotton top, which did not even cover it completely, leaving a fair amount of underbob below. The exposed tummy wasn't flat, but it wasn't a beer belly either. Obviously, this Kitty could not devote as much time to fitness as the previous one. However, she had some idea about fitness. This was noticeable by the still beautiful, although somewhat fuller, contour of the legs and the bicycle shorts, which seemed to be the wrong size. Either because she could not buy new ones, or because she specially wore them, and even without underwear, so that through the stretched fabric the contours of her lush, thick pussy were clearly visible. Even in his state of shock, Alex couldn't help but notice that it looked at the same time terribly vulgar, and at the same time incredibly sexy.

Only after examining her adult, curvaceous, vulgar (he even noted several tasteless, vulgar tattoos) body did Alex look up at her face.

Yes, she was about forty or forty-five years old, but there was some kind of animal beauty in her face. At the same time, the expression on her face, some kind of elusive vibe, emphasized that when speaking about “a thousand men before him,” Tom most likely did not exaggerate much. Alex strongly associated Kitty's face, covered with vulgar, cheap makeup, with veteran porn actresses.

• He will return. Forgive him, honey. Tom is having a hard time with our relationship with you. Well, he can be understood - after all, his ex-best friend is fucking his mother hard in all holes - Kitty said this in approximately the same tone in which ordinary news from the latest newspapers is discussed. With absolute shamelessness and naturalness.

• Let's go, Alex. I cooked your favorite steak, poured some wine, and already laid out a couple of surprises in our bedroom! - She clung to him, pressing her lush, natural tits, and kissed his lips. Nothing in common with the way the old Kate kissed. The new Kitty had a lot of experience in kissing, and it was felt immediately. Despite the shock, Alex felt a powerful hard-on.